Remembering Ginger

Quotes and Notes #352, October 22

The harvest

“Don’t be ashamed to weep; ‘tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.”—Brian Jacques, “Taggerung”—

A friend died the other day. She was a caring, smiling friend who shared, not only of her largesse, but of her mind, of her kindness, and of her great store of practical wisdom.

Last night, I was thinking on a question, “When I am gone, will someone remember me and my actions as fondly as I remember Ginger?”—That’s quite a question to ask. It’s quite a question to find an answer for.

All we can do is our best and hope that we leave something behind. All we can do is to remember our departed friends for their good works, beauty, and caring.

I shared many a smile with Ginger Grant. I’m glad.
Everything is going to be all right.

John P. Schulz—“Sweetie Drives on Chemo Days.”

What Treasure is Hidden in the Weeds of Your Mind?

Quotes and Notes #254, July 15

Weed-hidden and lichen-covered memories sometimes come from nowhere.

Weed-hidden and lichen-covered memories sometimes come from nowhere.

“Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.”—Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal—

Someone, before the aging effects of the lichen took place, went to a lot of trouble to make an explanatory statement, mount it, and to move an incredibly heavy piece of wood to an old front yard. I could guess that the front yard was not all that old at the time. I found the beam while cleaning and pruning in an overgrown natural area.

I wondered if we can pick the things that stick in our memories. Can we categorize the memories and arrange them in files as they would be in an OCD person’s computer? I think not. I think the memories just roll around in our heads and pop up like puppets at the pull of some incomprehensible string. Oh, well. I still like the idea of finding the remains of a seed that germinated almost five centuries ago.

Share a smile. Someone will remember that your kindness even if they don’t remember your name.
Everything is going to be all right
John P. Schulz—“Sweetie Drives on Chemo Days.”

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